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clark x reader (request - @Viinchester)

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Your POV
After a long day at work, all you wanted was to go home, get into your pajamas, and go to bed. You yawned as you unlocked the door, barely noticing the mess in the living room. It was only when you kicked a plastic cup out of your way that you realized the room was completely trashed and it continued into the kitchen.

Your mouth fell open as you slowly made your way back the hallway, peeking in every room. Ever since the adults disappeared, Allie was forcing people to live together and you were currently housing six other teens. Every room was a mess, including the room you had told everyone was strictly off limits: your parents bedroom.

You heard voices coming from the basement and took a deep breath as you descended the stairs. Music was playing loudly from a set of speakers you had gotten for your birthday last year and it took everything in you not to lose your mind.

You turned the dial down and heard the teens begin to complain. "Can you turn that back up?"

You clenched your jaw and shook your head. "No, I can't. I want all of you to leave." The boy gave you a blank look and began reaching past you to turn it back on, but you grabbed his wrist and squeezed tightly. "Now."

"You can't make us leave," he said, snatching his wrist from your grip and rubbing it lightly. "We live here too."

"I don't care. I don't care if you sleep on the street, behind a dumpster, I could not care less. I just want you far, far away from me!" Your voice was rising but you were trying hard to keep your composure.

"If you kick us out, we're going to tell The Guard," a girl said, her arms crossed and a plastic cup dangling from her hand. She finished whatever she had in it and threw it onto one if the growing piles on the ground. This made you completely lose your mind.

"Tell them! I don't care! I want you all out of my house now!" They all looked at you wide-eyed and began shuffling up the stairs, grumbling. Tears were falling as you started to gather up the garbage. Your mother prided herself on having a clean house and seeing the current state of it made you feel even farther away from her.

You were exhausted as you went upstairs, deciding that the mess would unfortunately be there later and it would be better to sleep so you could think more clearly. You went to your parents room, sighing again at the mess. How was it possible that then entire house was wrecked?

You walked toward their bed, picking up small pieces of trash on your way past and wincing when you felt something sharp lodge it's way into your hand. You looked down with a frown and felt tears cloud your vision again at the broken picture frame on the ground.

Clark's POV
"Angry mob," Jason said, nudging Clark awake and pointing toward the handful of kids with frowns on their faces. Clark recognized them to be the kids he lived with at (Y/N)'s house. "What's going on guys?"

"(Y/N) kicked us out and we want her arrested," one of the girls demanded. "It isn't fair of her to do that."

"Slow down," Clark said, glancing between all of them. "Why did she say that?"

"We were all hanging out in the basement and she came down and went psycho on us! You need to do something about it!"

Luke frowned and nodded. "You're right, she can't just do that. Clark, you need to go talk to her. She either complies with Allie's rules or she faces arrest."

"That's a little harsh, don't you think? She's a reasonable person, she wouldn't just do this for no reason." Clark tried to reason with Luke but he wouldn't listen.

With a sigh, he headed toward the house, finding all of the lights off. He almost hoped she had left so he didn't have to threaten to arrest her in her own home.

He stuck his keys in the lock, surprised to find it unlocked. (Y/N) would never just leave the door unlocked like that. When he pulled the door open he was shocked at the mess he was met with.

Even though there were no parents anymore, (Y/N) kept the house spotless, everything always in its place. He had never seen the house such a mess and he thought for a second maybe someone had robbed her.

"(Y/N)?" He checked the kitchen before heading back the hallway where the bedrooms were. He could hear sobbing and felt relief wash through him that she was here and wasn't kidnapped by anyone.

He pulled the door open, frowning that it was a mess in here too. He knew the room was strictly off limits to everyone in the house and knew why now. He saw the family photos scattered around the walls, but his eyes fixed on her sitting in the middle of the room, a broken picture frame cradled in her lap.

"Hey (Y/N)," Clark said softly making her jump. She looked up but looked back down quickly, burying her face in her hands. "Are you okay?"

"Are you here to arrest me?" He sidestepped the glass on the floor, kneeling down to see a cut on her hand from the glass in the frame.

"Not if you are compliant," he said gently, reaching for her hand and pulling the small shard out. She winced and yanked her hand from his grasp. "What happened?"

"You're going to have to arrest me because they aren't coming back in my house," she hiccuped, crying harder although he could tell she was trying not to. 

He sat beside her and pulled her into his chest tightly. "Did they do this to your house?" She nodded and he rubbed her back lightly. "That's horrible."

"I don't want them here," she mumbled and he nodded.

"Of course not. I'll talk to the guys. They can't do this and get away with it," he said.

She pulled away to look up at him. "Really? Thank you so much Clark."

Clark nodded down at the picture in her hands, people he assumed to be her parents and a little sister smiling widely. "Is that your family?"

She nodded sadly and he could see her about to start crying again. He didn't do too well with crying and frantically searched for a way to make her stop.

Without thinking twice he brought his face down and pecked her lips quickly, pulling away to see her shocked into silence. He cleared his throat and gave her an awkward laugh. "I didn't want you to cry anymore."

"So you kissed me?" She laughed and he shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Well, that was a very nice way to get me to stop."

"Yeah," he said, laughing and clearing his throat. "Anyway, um, I'll talk to the guys about this. Don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," she said, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. He felt his cheeks burn at the gesture and he smiled.

"My pleasure, as long as I get thank you's like that."